The advisablility of taking the proffered pills was not something Steven was considering at the moment. The colors were. So were the basic geometric shapes the world had shifted into, yet they still managed to maintain their depth of field. And in thinking about that very thing Steven got stuck trying to pronounce advisability as it bounced around his mouth like a ball of peanut butter.
It wasn’t even ten, or it hadn’t been when he first took them. And now either minutes, hours or possibly days later here Steven was. The sights on Cannon Beach in the morning, the tide pools slowing filling back in, were there. They’d always been there and would be until the waves, the wind, the sun or the sand eroded it all and displayed something new.
Steven wondered what that new could be. And if it could be better than what was before him. When the colors were so stark yet comforting he couldn’t consider anything else. Though a rumbling in his gut ask him to. He’d been sitting, rocking with the breeze, for so long that either lunch and come and gone or the birds had accepted him as one of their own. The crowded around him, pecking at the sand while keeping their distance from Steven.
Taffy sprang to mind. The colors were like taffy, they had the same flavors. And if Steven was to settle his stomach then it’d best be with taffy. If nothing else looking at the pulling machine would be an intriguing sight. And so Steven hopped up and set the birds in motion.
Today’s art is courtesy of Stephane Wootha Richard from France.